Repoet of Boakd of General Managers. 123 



They fouglit and did not scorn to jiraise the sword; 

 They kept the laws they made; 

 They hated privilege and laughed at birth 

 That brought no heritage of grace and worth; 



They suffered and submitted to the Lord. 



And when occasion rose, 

 Each frankly pledged his honor, fortune, life, 

 Against oppressive foes; 

 And fusing into loving brotherhood 

 In flame of sacrifice and smoke of blood 

 There came a nation from the happy strife — 



In all things brave and new. 

 With realms of mountain, lake and sky-bound plain. 

 And to this teaching true — 

 Man's dignity, equality of men, 

 A sovereignty in every citizen. 

 The people's good the guaranty to reign. 



Oh, sailors, bold and brave, 

 Of olden time, that took the wandering spray 

 And climbed the unknown wave, 

 Although we give to each due meed of fame 

 And wreath with laurel every sea-sweet name, 

 Te did not find nor make America! 

 The hope, the love, the thought 

 Of millions joined to nourish as it grew; 

 The toil of ages wrought 

 Through nature's ample dower of mine and field. 

 And many a soldier fell across his shield 

 Ere we could pause to find your sea dreams true — 



Lo, many a costly bale 

 Beyond the scope of Asian caravan; 

 A fountain in the vale 

 Whose mists resolve the time-worn race's ills; 

 A golden city in the distant hills; 

 Almost an Eden for regenerate man! 



Ko wonder we rejoice! 

 Yet breaking through the jubilee of praise 

 There comes a warning voice. 

 The tale of those that won, but could not hold. 



